I cannot find my worth
Not in the letters on my name,
especially not in the look on your eyes, nor in the sound of your voice.

I cannot find my worth elesewhere,
nor the point of everything.
Only the point of the daggers of your command,
urging me to run, when my body was limp and couldn't move.

But move anyway.
One step at a time, away from that edge.
One day, all will make sense.

I've never choked on my words
The way you gagged me with your wonder
The blessing of spontaneity
The curse of reality
The repercussions of poor choices
I've made so many poor choices